It takes a certain wild-eyed hope to be a Weezer fan in 2016. The constant cycle of new album, convincing yourself that it’s good before finally accepting that it is actually a bit rubbish is tough to live with. Particularly when you have to stand them next to that back catalogue. So it is with a slight nervousness that you press play on The White Album for the first time.
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